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W.H. Davies: The Inquest
I took my oath I would inquire, Without affection, hate, or wrath, Into the death of Ada Wright – So help me God! I took that oath. When I went out to see the corpse, The four months’ babe that died...
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Victor was a little baby, Into this world he came; His father took him on his knee and said: ‘Don’t dishonour the family name.’ Victor looked up at his father Looked up with big round eyes: His father...
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